Everything Man Lyrics
| Song | Everything Man |
| Artist | Talib Kweli |
| Album | Eardrum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : O. Jackson Jr./T. K. Greene | |
| 作曲 : O. Jackson Jr./T. K. Greene | |
| I don't, remember the first time I heard Kwe-li | |
| I don't remember what I was doing | |
| There were no remembered witnesses to my doings | |
| But it seems like I've known him, forever | |
| He who has, moved through mornings and midnights | |
| Through, deaths and dawns | |
| To document our bones our blood our lives | |
| Listen, listen to his exact wings | |
| Strumming mists from clouds | |
| Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth | |
| Listen to his, revolution of syllables | |
| Scoping lightning from his pores | |
| Keeping time, with his hurricane beat | |
| Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER | |
| Yeah, they say you can't please everybody... | |
| Let's go~! Yeah, ay, they ain't know what that sound like | |
| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat | |
| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat | |
| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat | |
| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat | |
| Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred | |
| that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard | |
| Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive? | |
| Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky? | |
| I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential | |
| Only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals | |
| But incidentally my, energy heavenly | |
| Can he be so ill there ain't no, pill or no remedy | |
| The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate | |
| Make no mistake there ain't no escapin your destiny | |
| Especially when, 'til death do us part, like wedding rings | |
| I'll be here forever, put that on e'rything | |
| Your everything maaaaaaaaan! | |
| Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end | |
| Your father, your brother, your lover your friend | |
| The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain | |
| That's right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain | |
| My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train | |
| All city all night I'm enjoyin the fame | |
| I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general | |
| In the battle between God or the Devil | |
| I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system | |
| I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin | |
| This kid proficient in, every position | |
| The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision | |
| 'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah I'm standin right here | |
| I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air | |
| I try to fit it in the same rhyme | |
| But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time | |
| Your everything maaaaaaaaan! | |
| First time I heard him, I was in Japan | |
| Seems like the first time I heard him was like, the Reflection, Reflection Eternal | |
| Like when Kanye came out I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say that but | |
| New York native, and serious Talib fan | |
| I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli | |
| Him, Mos Def all of them man, I need them out here in my life | |
| It's a rainy morning in New York City |
| zuo ci : O. Jackson Jr. T. K. Greene | |
| zuo qu : O. Jackson Jr. T. K. Greene | |
| I don' t, remember the first time I heard Kweli | |
| I don' t remember what I was doing | |
| There were no remembered witnesses to my doings | |
| But it seems like I' ve known him, forever | |
| He who has, moved through mornings and midnights | |
| Through, deaths and dawns | |
| To document our bones our blood our lives | |
| Listen, listen to his exact wings | |
| Strumming mists from clouds | |
| Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth | |
| Listen to his, revolution of syllables | |
| Scoping lightning from his pores | |
| Keeping time, with his hurricane beat | |
| Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER | |
| Yeah, they say you can' t please everybody... | |
| Let' s go! Yeah, ay, they ain' t know what that sound like | |
| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat | |
| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat | |
| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat | |
| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat | |
| Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred | |
| that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard | |
| Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive? | |
| Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky? | |
| I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain' t my full potential | |
| Only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals | |
| But incidentally my, energy heavenly | |
| Can he be so ill there ain' t no, pill or no remedy | |
| The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate | |
| Make no mistake there ain' t no escapin your destiny | |
| Especially when, ' til death do us part, like wedding rings | |
| I' ll be here forever, put that on e' rything | |
| Your everything maaaaaaaaan! | |
| Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end | |
| Your father, your brother, your lover your friend | |
| The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain | |
| That' s right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain | |
| My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train | |
| All city all night I' m enjoyin the fame | |
| I' m a hustler, I' m a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general | |
| In the battle between God or the Devil | |
| I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system | |
| I' ll do your hit in your kitchen and you' re relief pitchin | |
| This kid proficient in, every position | |
| The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision | |
| ' Til it' s quite clear like light beer, yeah I' m standin right here | |
| I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air | |
| I try to fit it in the same rhyme | |
| But realize, I can' t be everything to everyone at the same time | |
| Your everything maaaaaaaaan! | |
| First time I heard him, I was in Japan | |
| Seems like the first time I heard him was like, the Reflection, Reflection Eternal | |
| Like when Kanye came out I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say that but | |
| New York native, and serious Talib fan | |
| I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli | |
| Him, Mos Def all of them man, I need them out here in my life | |
| It' s a rainy morning in New York City |
| zuò cí : O. Jackson Jr. T. K. Greene | |
| zuò qǔ : O. Jackson Jr. T. K. Greene | |
| I don' t, remember the first time I heard Kweli | |
| I don' t remember what I was doing | |
| There were no remembered witnesses to my doings | |
| But it seems like I' ve known him, forever | |
| He who has, moved through mornings and midnights | |
| Through, deaths and dawns | |
| To document our bones our blood our lives | |
| Listen, listen to his exact wings | |
| Strumming mists from clouds | |
| Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth | |
| Listen to his, revolution of syllables | |
| Scoping lightning from his pores | |
| Keeping time, with his hurricane beat | |
| Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER | |
| Yeah, they say you can' t please everybody... | |
| Let' s go! Yeah, ay, they ain' t know what that sound like | |
| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat | |
| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat | |
| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat | |
| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat | |
| Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred | |
| that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard | |
| Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive? | |
| Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky? | |
| I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain' t my full potential | |
| Only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals | |
| But incidentally my, energy heavenly | |
| Can he be so ill there ain' t no, pill or no remedy | |
| The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate | |
| Make no mistake there ain' t no escapin your destiny | |
| Especially when, ' til death do us part, like wedding rings | |
| I' ll be here forever, put that on e' rything | |
| Your everything maaaaaaaaan! | |
| Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end | |
| Your father, your brother, your lover your friend | |
| The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain | |
| That' s right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain | |
| My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train | |
| All city all night I' m enjoyin the fame | |
| I' m a hustler, I' m a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general | |
| In the battle between God or the Devil | |
| I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system | |
| I' ll do your hit in your kitchen and you' re relief pitchin | |
| This kid proficient in, every position | |
| The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision | |
| ' Til it' s quite clear like light beer, yeah I' m standin right here | |
| I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air | |
| I try to fit it in the same rhyme | |
| But realize, I can' t be everything to everyone at the same time | |
| Your everything maaaaaaaaan! | |
| First time I heard him, I was in Japan | |
| Seems like the first time I heard him was like, the Reflection, Reflection Eternal | |
| Like when Kanye came out I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say that but | |
| New York native, and serious Talib fan | |
| I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli | |
| Him, Mos Def all of them man, I need them out here in my life | |
| It' s a rainy morning in New York City |
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